Week 4 event

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INVESTIGATION (?)

Friday morning comes and goes with no dead bodies to discover. Saturday morning passes with no trial. For two days, it seems like the Lady might be keeping to her word. This might truly be a week of rest, with no outside trouble brought in.

(She takes no responsibility for the incident in the vents, so.)

But then on Saturday night, close to midnight, the sound cuts off throughout the resort. The cause of the sudden quiet is unknown, but one thing is clear: something bad has happened.

Investigate?


??? GUESTS REMAIN.

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[swordhandled]

No, you're not. [ pointing that out gently, stopping so gerome can. you know

not faint ]

[maskarang]

P-perhaps... not. [ frowning deeply but he takes his time to breathe. the feeling doesn't quite go away, but thanks to medic he at least doesn't have to worry about pain.

taking a step forward. ]

[swordhandled]

[ walking forward with him ]

[maskarang]

[ three steps more and he sighs tiredly ] ... This will take too long.

[swordhandled]

Do you still want to try?

[maskarang]

I do, but not like this. Go on your own and I'll join you when I can.

[swordhandled]

Do you want me to carry you to our room?

[maskarang]

No need. I can make it on my own. [ Also, he definitely doesn't think Owain can carry him. ]

[swordhandled]

--If you're sure.

[ slowly going to pull away, watching to see how Gerome handles himself ]

[maskarang]

I am.

[ he can feel owain's eyes on him so once he starts leaning on the wall, he moves forward. it's slow-going and he's pushing himself, but he is moving. progress...?! ]

[swordhandled]

[ watches him before coming up to him, and giving him a small squeeze of the hand ] Do you want me to send Minerva to help guide you?

[maskarang]

[ stopping and glancing at their hands. he... supposes, yes, he'll squeeze back. ] ... No. The point in separating is to get you to Cynthia faster, not sidetrack you with a pointless errand.

[swordhandled]

I don't want to risk you collapsing before you arrive at our room.

[maskarang]

... I'll be cautious.

[swordhandled]

I'm not taking that risk. Please, for me Gerome.

[maskarang]

[ well, it was already way too late for any of this anyway. with a frown, he reluctantly nods his head ] Fine. If there's really no other way, I will accept you carrying me. But first—

[ he starts tugging off his remaining armor. owain can help if he likes, he won't bat him away. but once it's all off, he stands waits ]

[swordhandled]

[ he comes over immediately and helps him doff his armor, then.. carefully, he bends down and picks up gerome bridal style. ] I... got you. [ barely ]

[maskarang]

I trust you. [ even with that "barely" there. plus his room isn't far, surely owain's got this. ]

[swordhandled]

[ HE'S GOT THIS.

even if he has to walk slow ]

[maskarang]

[ honestly, however slow he's being it's still probably faster than gerome's pace ]

[swordhandled]

[ eventually, getting them into the room, where he sets gerome gently down on the bed

and minerva is now sure to fuss ]

[maskarang]

[ minerva is absolutely gonna fuss. and cry out. but at least he's here and it's a hell of a lot more comfortable than on the floor or trying to nauseously make his way through the halls.

once he's settled on the bed— ] ... Thank you.

[swordhandled]

Anything for you, Gerome.

[ bends forward to press a kiss to his forehead ]

[maskarang]

[ he's at a loss for words when he hears that. rather than speaking, he reaches out to grasp owain's hand and hold it tight ]

[swordhandled]

[ he returns the grip just as tight, eyes not moving away from gerome's. slowly, he reaches out to take the mask off him with his free hand ]